The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-03-23
THE WISCONSIN SoNo-elRD.
A Fon- sb ctch of Ella Wheeler Will
cox I'm Her New England Home.

Conn, within easy distance of tn,
station. is an attractive country house
two stories and pointed roof, which
have of lato taken the place of thu
mansard; an artistic railing surround
the house, giving within the inclosur,
space for flower beds. The house is gra,
and is u modification OF the so-calleC
Queen Anne and modern style. This
is my destination; this is the home ol
Ella Wheeler Wilcox. the Wisconsin
song-bird, who came from the far West
to form new abiding place at her most
congcnial marriage, in this Connecti-
cut town.
Nv visit is expected, and hardly is
my hand upon the gate when the from,
door is flung widely open by curly
headed elf in vision of white satin
drapcry and | am made welcome by
the hostess, for it is none other. Ella
Wheeler Wilcox is anything but CON
ventional or formal. She creeps right
into your heart and stays there. She
knows it would have been the more
proper th 'ng TO have her guests admit
ted 10y her neat household. shown to
the drawing-room and their cards sent
her. But that wouldn't be character
istic. She is as impatient rs child
and dose everything in an unexpected.
girlish way. An enthusiast where she
is found-and she is fond of almost
everybody - she looks on the sunny
side of life and extracts all its pleas
urcs. She has always done this, even
in her young girlhood when she first
began to write and money was much
more an object than it is with her to-
day. That was before her poems had
become so widely sung and read be-
fore they yielded her au income which
has enabled her to provide comfortably
for those she holds dear aud for the
mother from whose love of books and
poetry Mrs. Wilcox derived much of
her talent
My hostess bid me welcome and we
passed from the hall into the parors,
which are connected by sliding doors,
while beyond the dining-rc2m, &c.
The parlors are at the left Of the en-
trance hall and are furnished brightly
and comfortably; books, engrayings,
piano and kuiclinacks fill up the pic
ture. One cannot imagine this poetess
in the role of a housekeeper, nor does
she essay this branch Of her home; it
runs smoothly apparently rs by magic,
but really by Trustworthy hands, To
to write, to converse, to adj
vance new ideas, and to devote much
inc to the perfect enjoyment of her
life. which is an unusually |
one, are her occupations. |
so touches her heart as TO be |
old some woman is unhappy in her
marriage. As might be supposed from
ier poems, she is of an intensely emo
ional nature. She is all smiles all en-
when suddenly some story of |
distress will fill her eyes with tears.
She is great friend of women. and is
always made happier to know that she
las gained the love of a woman.
After time we went through the
'ouse. There is a pretty guest cham
'er on the second floor, all in blue, and
'eyond series of apartments belong
ng to my hostess; then she led me into
small, cosy-looking room. directly
YER the front door. This is my
tudy," she said. Here | do all my
Griting."
A portiere hung before the entrance,
rectly opposite the one window. I'M
erneath was lounge with sofa pill
,ws, and in front of il n white fox
kin rug. All around were pictures
nd souvenirs. The apartment wore
n individuality. "Mr. Wilcox is al
'ays bringing me something for this
Dom." she said. IL take more pride
/ this little study than all the rest of
he house. 1t is exclusively mine, you
now" There were shelves filed
i;h books many of them rare On a
nall table near was an unusually fine
'py of the ''Rubaiyat' of Omarkhay-
IN, the astronomer-poet of Persia.
am very fond of that book" said !
rs. Wilcox. as she showed me the fine
ustrations by Elihu Yedder. isn't
edder weirdP 1 admire him very I
UGH. she said. The object that most {
tracted my attention was a large {
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